I have amassed now an immense hoard of boost points. Over months of your hard effort.

It represents the sweat off your backs, the stolen gleam from your eyes, the fruit of your loins.

I have entered your chat and private like a thief in the night and stolen your treasures. Now I stand astride your puny world like a colossos. Unlimited power! No restraints!

Oh there was a time when some clever vixen would have parted it from me, early on, before it has overflowed not just one vault but ten. She would have used those wiles from yesteryear to make sure that her competitors' efforts, working hard for a foul master, would pass easily to her own account.

I guess it is the charitable mood that you find in summer air that makes you so generous to your deadly rivals. That you would not steal this, their life's blood, into your own circle.

Relax, go lie in the sun. I will go play in those points. Roll in them, shower in them, and plan my next great acquisition.... bwaaaaaaaaaa ha ha ha ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!

Ok Ok. Because of our long relationship. Because I take my role as protector seriously. I will give you some of my bounty.

You must now call me Don Dudley. And though I ask nothing of you this day, there may be a day, although this hypothetical day may in fact never come, in which I will ask you to do something for me. Under these conditions, previously stated, you will do that thing for me....

Never fear. This is an unorganzied rabble. Riven by internal divisions. I will easily break this weak hold and go to my DESTINY.

astonished at the mounties resolve, distracted as the facial colour for a nano second resembles the colour of Karlyn's eyes, I see a ransom exchanges hands, the brave soldier unaware of the cross fire struggles for survival,and lays wounded but with the sound of his beating heart like thunder pounding his chest he has survived, his bravery applauded from nation to nation. Take a bow Sir Dudley, and follow your destiny.

astonished at the mounties resolve, distracted as the facial colour for a nano second resembles the colour of Karlyn's eyes, I see a ransom exchanges hands, the brave soldier unaware of the cross fire struggles for survival,and lays wounded but with the sound of his beating heart like thunder pounding his chest he has survived, his bravery applauded from nation to nation. Take a bow Sir Dudley, and follow your destiny.

I Love Anal! LOL
You can grab PowerBoost Points from me any Day,
give them to some one who puts in the Time...
*Looks Up*
You Two are a few of the reasons I come back for more ,..,
This site is never a bore ;)
*crawls back into the shadows*

You must now call me Don Dudley. And though I ask nothing of you this day...

You are asking her to call you, "Don Dudley"... and if Brandi obeys, you should consider yourself lucky that she's humoring your petty, mortal request...

oh, and keep yer stinkin' Power Boost Points, I can smell the foul, rotting odor from here... they give a mere illusion of power with no real substance... akin to Cinderella's pumpkin, they vanish into thin air when the magick fades... it's all smoke and mirrors...